The reason most people never reach their goals is that they don’t define them, or ever seriously consider them as believable or achievable. Winners can tell you where they are going, what they plan to do along the way, and who will be sharing the adventure with them. – Dennis Watley
As someone once said, the best thing about Poipet on the Cambodian side of the Thai – Cambodian border, is leaving it. Besides my mother’s “don’t touch that hotplate” advice that I subsequently didn’t take when I was 7, this is possibly the best I have ever been given. Poipet in its own special way whispers silent encouragement “get out”, almost like the ghost in those stupid haunted house movies where we all know what happens when they don’t listen. There are a few ways to use this encouragement. The first is to get a bus that takes approximately 5 years to get to Siam Reap via Egypt, Sydney and The Moon. The next is to jump onto the back of a pick-up and tie yourself to any fixed point possible, introduce yourself to the other 30 people and swallow some panadeine forte. The last, and only realistic one, sub-divides into two more choices. There are lots and lots of Toyota Camrys scattered about the side of the “road” in Poipet. They are all Toyota Camrys and there is no exception to this rule. They are taxis. Some of them are independently owned and some are what is left of the slowly dying out, but still a strong force all the same, Association taxis.
Association taxis are remnants of not so long ago (before the Cambodian government noticed tourists had money) where a large racket between hotels and taxis were controlled by a handful of gun toting ex-Khmer Rouge thugs that would drive you to Siam Reap via 4 mafia controlled shops, 2 bandit ambushes and finally to the mafia controlled, bed bug infested hotel just far enough outside of Siam Reap that you had to use the taxi each day to see anything. Although these days the government keeps a close eye on these activities, they still manage to threaten the independent drivers and anyone who tries to use them. For this reason the independent operators will not drive you all the way to Siam Reap and stop short a town or two before. Therefore Association Taxis are the only real choice you have. For US$40 we agreed with the tout that the taxi a) would take us to our hotel in Siam Reap, b) take the quickest route there for no more than US$40, and c) that there was no chance in hell he was getting in the taxi with us. He agreed and took our money, yelled at the driver, and off we drove. It took a little under 4 hours to get to Siam Reap via a mostly unsealed dirt road that appears to be in the middle of a major facelift, and rightly so. The road is becoming a major tourist route to reach the Angkor Temples at Siam Reap, forcing the government to pull its socks up and come to the party with a road that can handle the growing bus and taxi traffic.
The taxi driver pulled up next to a bunch of tuk-tuk drivers who pounced on us with all the fantastic $1 per night bed bug hostels they knew about. I pulled out the All Knowing Holy Commanded Law of Crossing bit of paper and looked at the final point, Peace of Angkor Guest House. I showed it to the tuk-tuk driver who looked at it as if I were presenting a worm wearing a clown nose singing Sweet Child O’ Mine dressed in a tutu. I pulled the Lonely Planet almost-map of Siam Reap out of my pocket and pointed. “Ahhh, Peace of Angkor Guest House!” he said in almost perfect English. We arrived to smiling faces and helpful hands where we were shown to our room. One of the young lads that works at the guest house asked “Where are you from?” Here we go again, I thought, “Australia” I said. “Oh, I come from near there” he replied. “Really?” I said, “where?”
“Cambodia” he said back with a cheeky grin. Touché, I was going to like this place.